My Dearest Dream

Prologue

My arm slides from the seat I'm sitting on to the window I'm trapped behind as the wheels skitter and scatter against the concrete road below me. I attempt to speak but I'm blunted by the long fiber cloth running from one side of my mouth to the other preventing me from vocalizing. Not even a word could be uttered, so it's best if I remain silent so whoever had kidnapped me, won't notice.

I breath calmly and slow my heart rate in order to think clearly. I scrunch my eyebrows and un-scrunch them attempting to move my blind fold upwards, but it fails due to the tightened knot that held the material.

"The best I can do is just try to gather information..." I think as I lay back and listen to the music recording on the car radio. "If I remember, before I was knocked out, there was a familiar looking Subaru in front of me. I wonder if that's the car I'm in..." I ponder for a moment as I feel around a little bit more.

"I can hear us moving and I can feel it. From the lack of a conversation and the fact that I cannot feel anybody next to me, it's safe to assume it's only me and the driver. I've also heard this driver whistle for quite a bit so any sane passenger would have asked him to stop by now..." I nod my head to my own thought as I continue my thought process.

"This means that the driver will be focused on the road and I have no worries of him looking at me. Knowing this, I can move around freely and do what I want as long as I don't attract attention, which means I absolutely cannot make noise." My eyes behind the blind fold close. "It's better to rest my eyes since I can't see regardless..."

I whip my head around attempting to rotate the blind fold so that the knotted end would be in the fronted but the tightness was preventing me. "Jesus christ, gimme a break..."

As a large number of minutes and an even larger number of seconds pass by, I continue to experiment and I make realization. "This guy sounds British... We were in the United States, but, maybe he's bringing me to a different country... Never mind, the accent isn't good to go off of because the only other countries on this continent aren't mainstream British..." I sigh within my mind before continuing.

"My arms are moveable but they seem to be stuck in a range of motion that cannot reach my face, so I can't just blatantly take the blind fold off... But, how did he do this? Maybe a dislocated shoulder..?" Without any medical background, I take my right hand and attempt to reach it up to my left shoulder but I can't reach it. "It's probably for the better, I don't think I could relocate it even if I tried. Pfft, knowing me I'd make it worse then groan in pain..."

I begin smelling something odd. Almost like a perfume. It smelled as if one of those teenage girls in high school who obsess over how they smell and reek of lavender. I realize what it is, but it seems to be too late. My dark vision turns to void as my mind goes blank. Consciousness has been lost...

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